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Chapter 65: A Night of Shadows
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2025-06-27 16:17:10
Ernest BrooksIf Mason vanished in a room full of power and eyes… then who was watching while no one else saw? Thank you for reading….every view, like, and comment means the world!
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The lights of Manhattan burned dim beyond the penthouse windows, a city moving forward while Damon Thorne stood frozen in its wake. From the inside, the once-pristine war room looked like a battlefield: shredded reports, unplugged screens, and untouched scotch staining the edges of crystal tumblers. It wasn’t just chaos. It was the aftermath.And Damon was unraveling in its center.He didn’t speak as Juliette stepped into the room. Her eyes immediately fell to him still at the window, shoulders heavy, shadows under his eyes that hadn’t been there days ago.“You’ve been standing here all night,” she said softly.“I built something,” he murmured. “Stone by stone, sacrifice after sacrifice. And in the end, it’s all kindling for someone else’s fire”.“You didn’t lose everything,” Juliette replied. “Not yet”.He turned to her slowly. “They took the board. The company. The headlines are painting me as a fraud, a criminal. And Mason…”Juliette crossed the room. “Mason is still yours. He’s st
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The air inside Thorne Global’s upper floors was thick with tension less like an office, more like a fortress at siege.Damon Thorne stood in the executive war room, arms crossed, eyes locked on the transparent whiteboard covered in color-coded names, locations, and arrows. Some faces had been crossed out. Others circled. The newest entry, still unmarked, sat in the center: Marcus Thorne.Across the room, Juliette tapped furiously at her tablet, syncing the latest Intel from their surveillance team. The silence between them wasn’t empty, it pulsed with decisions waiting to detonate.“Celeste leaked it,” Juliette finally said. “The whistleblower memo. She released a version with forged timestamps to discredit the real one we were planning to drop. She’s already controlling the narrative.”Damon nodded once, lips pressed tight. We’ll stop playing checkers while she plays chess.Juliette looked up. “What do you have in mind?”He moved to a secured drawer, input a six-digit passcode, and re
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